The delighted giggle that slips out of her brings a huge grin to my face.
“Is that what we’re calling this here? Because if that’s the case, I happen to think I’m pretty good at fluffing you up.”
I bark out a laugh. After-sex jokes and chatting like this isn’t something I’ve ever experienced, but then again, my previous sexual partners never amused me or kept me entertained like Luce does.
“Come on, let’s get your sexy butt back in the shower,” I suggest, giving the peachy cheek a couple of taps.
“Wow, are we already at that stage? I thought we would maybe get more comfortable with each other’s bodies before we advanced to ass play.”
This time, my laughter wheezes from my lungs. The thought of Lucia on her hands and knees with her perfect, rounded butt cheeks high in the air is too vivid an image. And my cock thickens in ahell yeahsalute.
When I can speak again, I gasp out, “I’m pretty comfortable, so just say the word when you’re ready.”
A couple of years ago, we’d both had far too much red wine, and this came up in our variation of the truth or dare game. We’ve shared so much as best friends over the years that conversations around sexual positions, partners, and likes and dislikes were bound to have been one of the topics covered.
Now I’m racking my brain, trying to remember what she said, and it takes me a moment to realize Luce has turned quiet.
I tilt her chin up to read her expression. “What are you thinking about?”
“A word.”
“Huh?”
“You said say thewordwhen I’m ready. I’m not ready for that yet, but I think I should still have theword, like on standby.”
“You should definitely do that. Have a standby word.”
All of this talk of sex is making my body hum with desire. Right then, she shivers, and it’s like we’re on the same wavelength again.
Cupping her chin with my hand, I seal my lips to hers. Like a match to kindling, the fire between us bursts into life again. It hasn’t been long since we last kissed, yet the hungry way our tongues search and meet feels like it was an eon. Heat laces my veins as she melts into me. Her leg resting on mine moves higher to hook on my hip. And my cock is right there at her entrance as she rocks into me.
Inch by inch, I slide home, her soft moans all the encouragement I need to fill her completely.
Fuck,she’s so wet, so ready for me. I hook an arm under her knee and angle her hips to shove deeper. I pump my hips slow and hard, so every stroke is excruciating torture as she slides the length of my shaft.
She gasps on each thrust, a sexy whimper that burrows into my heart. The squeeze of her walls against my cock grows tighter. And I can’t believe how raw and sensitive this feels. It’s even better than the last time.
“Fuck, a condom!” My body freezes. I’ve never forgotten to cover up before. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, pulling out completely.
“It’s okay.” Her hand taps in the center of my chest. “I’ve started birth control.”
“I’ve been tested recently,” I reassure her. The truth is I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since our last trip to Capri was cut short, and that was well before I even knew she was going to be my wife.
“Me too,” she murmurs. Her hand glides up from my chest to my jaw. “Please don’t stop.”
Her green eyes flash like the most brilliant emeralds. And her smile hits me in the region of my heart, right where her hand rests. I place a kiss on her lips, then surprise her by flipping her onto her stomach. The sheet falling completely from her body.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
She glances over her shoulder, and her eyebrows have a questioning tilt to them.
“Not for that.” I chuckle. “Tonight, I only want to fuck you bare.” I lift her hips, shoving a pillow underneath them.
“You have the most perfect ass.” I rub my palms over her curvy cheeks.Delicious.
Bending my head, I nip one peachy globe, then the other.
“Ahh,” she whimpers.
